By David Bozeman
Quick recap: as to who the obsolete man is, refer to my opening post Who is the Obsolete Man? In a nutshell, I'm referring to older guys like me, personable men in an impersonal world, struggling to survive on common sense and hard work.
So, who in mainstream culture speaks for us? Hmmm...help me decide.
Without going on a political tirade, candidate Donald Trump connected effortlessly with working-class Americans who felt the major parties had either forgotten them or abandoned them for younger and more urban demographic groups. Many of these voters still hold great affinity for President Trump.
Politicians, however, can't really speak to us as human beings. To them, voters are simply assets or liabilities, movable pieces in a giant cut-throat war of strategy. Politicians enjoy only a tenuous relationship with voters. They couldn't lift our souls even if they had the time - or the desire. Likewise, the news media, including the commentariat, serves its own biases. If the facts of your life don't conform to their worldview, you may as well not exist.
Which brings us to talk radio, that giant echo (or rather ego) chamber, full of endless prattle about scandal, rumors of scandal and constant political forecasting, as each host competes to be the loudest, baddest a** in the room.
To their credit, The Daily Wire guys tend to sidestep politics. Ben Shapiro, Matt Walsh and the toothy Michael Knowles largely discuss social issues, pop culture, lifestyles, etc., but offer a tone bordering on smug, guardians of a hyper-intellectualized yet traditional worldview long on truth but short on simple human warmth. The flannel-clad Matt Walsh once dismissed some of his critics as, "childless losers." I guess one presupposes the other? All three tout the traditional home in the suburbs, barely leaving a niche in their cookie-cutter world for us obsolete guys. Still, I would rate these three as at least worth a listen - some of the time.
Author and speaker Jordan Peterson (12 Rules for Life and numerous others) speaks to men, particularly young men, affirming their worth and longing for purpose in a feminized, morally chaotic culture. His work requires mental labor, but the rewards more than pay off. Peterson flies in the face of fashion and philosophy-by-soundbite and speaks to our innate humanity and worth.
Sadly, much of what passes for thought amounts to little more than entertainment. We glean headlines and chunks of ideas without context. How often do we scroll the Internet out of boredom, unaware of our own longings for a cause, a passion, someone to inspire us, to prod us to a destiny.
The point here is not that there are no voices for the lonely and the (self-perceived) discards of society, just that there are so few. Perhaps rather than looking for a voice, the obsolete man should BE a voice. Not easy, given that our polite upbringings have conditioned us to hold our tongues and be good listeners. With age, however, we become cynical and, in my case, impatient.
The ebb and flow of public discourse tends to take on a monotonous, I've-heard-it-all-before quality. After years of struggle, we don't need advice from the school-boy newcomers to life's struggles. Maybe it's time they listen to us. The real question is not who speaks for the obsolete man but is the obsolete man ready to speak for himself, thus declaring - boldly - that no man is obsolete.